The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Enlisting Dennis’s Help

Draven.

Meredith’s gaze flicked to me for a moment. And without hesitation, she reached down, lifting the folded paper from her lap, and placed it in my hand.

The weight of it was light, but I could feel the venom laced inside already. I creased it once more and set it aside with quiet finality.

She exhaled, a long, weary sound, then leaned back against the sofa. "Draven," she said softly, her voice stripped of its earlier edge. "I feel mentally exhausted. Can I sit out my training this evening?"

I studied her for a heartbeat, the faint pull in her shoulders, the honesty in her tone. Our conversation had wrung her dry, and she was trying to admit it without looking weak.

Without a second thought, I nodded. "Of course, you can rest this evening." My voice dropped to a gentler note. "You need it."

A few minutes later, I walked Meredith to the door. Her steps were slower now.

I stopped just before the doorframe and leaned down, pressing my lips gently against her forehead.

"Rest well," I murmured, my voice steady but soft enough to add hints of comfort.

She gave me the faintest nod before I opened the door. I stood there, watching her retreating figure as she disappeared down the corridor.

Only when she was gone from sight did I let the door close behind her with a quiet click.

I turned, heading back toward the sitting area. The calm that had briefly settled in me shifted the instant my eyes landed on the folded paper lying on the table, exactly where I had set it.

My jaw tightened.

I picked it up slowly, unfolding the letter. My gaze ran over Wanda’s sharp, venomous strokes, each line digging deeper than the one before.

By the time I reached the end, my hands curled tight around the edges of the paper.

Fury burned through me like wildfire.

I hadn’t expected Wanda to be this cruel, to lace her spite into something so personal—something she had no right to touch.

This wasn’t honesty. This was pure poison, crafted to corrode everything Meredith and I had built.

Of course, Wanda hadn’t written this out of concern. She had written it out of anger—anger at me. She had wanted to leave behind one last scar before departing, to ruin Meredith’s trust in me and watch it all unravel.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my temper back into its cage. Still, my chest tightened with the weight of it. Now I understood more clearly how Meredith had felt when she first read this filth.

Folding the letter again, I set it down with deliberate care, though my mind was still ablaze. I thought of Meredith’s eyes earlier, the doubt, the hurt.

If left alone, she would think about this letter, dissect every venomous word and let it burrow deeper.

’No. I wouldn’t let her sit in that.’

"Dennis," I called, my voice clipped but steady. "I think your friend needs a drive."

Two seconds later, his voice slid into my mind, laced with suspicion. "You just came back. Did you two have a fight, already?"

"Not that," I quickly dispelled his idea. "She found out about my initial plans to use her as a pawn," I admitted, my tone even but edged with regret.

Silence hung on the link for a beat, heavy and sharp. Then Dennis’s voice came, low and shocked. "How in the heck did Meredith find out about that?"

Almost immediately, he pressed again, sharper this time. "Draven, did you tell her?"

I exhaled through my nose, steadying my thoughts. "No. Wanda told her. She wrote a letter. Laid everything bare... By the time Meredith brought it to me, she already had questions."

"So yes, I confirmed the truth and explained everything. I owed her that much."

For a moment, Dennis didn’t speak. Then the bond pulsed with his sudden snarl. "That vile bitch!" His fury cracked like a whip across the link. "She dared? She actually dared to do that before leaving?"

I felt the force of his anger echoing mine. His next words spat venom. "I really wish the Moon goddess would curse her tongue to rot for trying to turn your wife against you, and ruin your relationship."

I let Dennis’s curses burn through the link, the venom of his words matching the rage I’d already felt reading Wanda’s filth. But this was no longer important. My wife was.

"Leave Wanda to rot in her own bitterness," I cut in, my tone like steel. "She is no longer my concern. My wife is."

The silence on his end shifted, the heat of his temper cooling under the weight of my command. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"So this drive," Dennis said finally, more measured now. "You want me to take her out? Keep her distracted?"

"Yes," I confirmed. She’s exhausted, Dennis. Her mind has been through enough this morning. And if she is left idle, she will keep circling back to that damned letter. I won’t let her dwell in it."

Dennis gave a sharp exhale. "Understood. I will take care of it."

"Don’t press her," I added. "Just give her the air that she needs and keep her laughing if you can."

His chuckle came faint but sincere. "That, brother, is the one thing I know how to do. Don’t worry, leave it to me."

I felt the bond settle as he withdrew, my hand tightening briefly on the letter before I set it down for good.